“Oh no, honey, I'm an angel, I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo.”
“Sam did smile then, and said softly, "Hey Angel.”
“Hey angel, I think you're halo has a screw loose.”
“If Heaven and angels exist in a timeless medium we call Forever ("Hey, nobody here but us angels!") ...Then ... ues what? ...There will be no end of me!”
“Hey! All you peoples draggin along here. Stop and come stick your ass on a Night of Joy stool," he started again. "Night of Joy got genuine color peoples workin below the minimal wage. Whoa! Guarantee plantation atmosphere, got cotton growin right on the stage right in front your eyeball, got a civil right worker gettin his ass beat up between show. Hey!”